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this is a gestalt game
go back to one of thte earlier posts I have a link on how to create a gestalt character. ignore the base class only rule and make it with what classes you want

okay everyone who is going to investigate the ghost ship the wagons to Port Medin are getting ready to leave. head out and meet them at the front gate of town.
anyone who has not given me their completed or revised sheet will be starting somewhere else

Ragnus walks slowly to the front gate, all the while stuffing his gear into his new bag. when he reaches the gate and sees his compaigns around him, he simply mutters something to the like of "they are going to get me killed" or the like in a language(undercommon) that many of the fools do not understand.

((Warblade Monk, I am sorry about Nerull's charecter, but he seems to have lost the desire to play in this game. I'd have posted sooner on these forums, but i've been rather busy lately, including a week's trip. If it's alright with you, I'll bring Swifty into the picture right now without a designated rider; I remember some people on this thread had given that role some thought, and if they still remain they may then take that position via roleplaying))

Swifty clicked his beak angrily as the young stablehand pulled one of the harnass-strings too tight. The lad was what the humans refered to as a "teenager," and Swifty had slowly come to remember that the boy's name was John; Swifty is bad with humanoid recognition, and even worse with names, but John was a frequent enough visitor to warrant recollection.

John seemed not to notice Swifty's objection, but continued to wordlessly put the harness on. Swifty thought, for the hundreth time since the ordeal started, that this was the most demeaning part of living among humans, and he decided to put this point home with a psionic missive

This is demeaning. Why do I have to wear this?

A small spasm ran up John's back. He had had Swifty "speak" to him before, but the sensation apparently was uncomfortable. Most of the stablehands, in fact, reacted likewise to this treatment; Swifty thinks it's because they don't like having a "beast" conversing with them. John resumed suiting up Swifty as he replied:

"Not my choice Swifty, but some of the money-makers are heading off to investigate some sort of ghost ship, and the sergent's ordered you off to help them."

Swifty fumed

What am I? Some measly beast of burden to be paraded about on the whim of some idiot? I've told them a thousand times, but I don't really think the message is hitting home, unlike that one time...


Swifty's mind wanders away and recollects about his first encounter with the mercenary guild. A small band of profiteers had snuck up on him in his sleep and pierced him in the neck with a sleeping needle. Swifty'd managed to wake up and find his feet just in time to lose them again as he fell unconcious. It was when he woke up though that things got fun.

He'd awoken with unfamiliar humanoid faces huddled around him. Oh, he'd been bound of course, but they hadn't counted on their victim having even average intelligence; the psionic ability, therefore, came as something as a surprise. The details are still hazy in Swifty's mind (he was still recovering for the sleeping drug) but he remembers with pride that there'd been spilt blood; oh yes, there'd been blood! He'd later come to more agreeable terms of service with the guild.

Swifty was literally jerked out of his recolletions as John tugged on Swifty's harness, eager to be out the door and done with his job. Swifty fluffed up his feathers in annoyance and screeched, not his fierce battle cry, but the sound that passes for a sigh.

I wish Gregory were here. At least he had the decency to treat me like a creature with a brain, but no, they had to send him out to obtain new horses. Horses! Ugh, I can't stand the smell of them! I hope this mercenary group doesn't have any with them...Why can't the mercenary guild bring back useful creatures, like griffons!? It gets rather loney in here without someone to really relate to.

Swifty shares his race's inherant dislike of horses...to an extent. He can't stand being around the equines, but he realizes the intrinsic value they represent to humanoids, and so he will refrain from tearing them to pieces on sight; he still has yet to find a horse whose presense does not irritate him. He hopes that, someday, his manditory travels for his benefactors might bring him within range of other griffons. Perhaps if he were truely lucky, he'd find a potential mate; he doesn't plan on adventuring forever.

John leads Swifty into the daylight, and although Swifty could just as easily find his way on his own, John continued to lead him. Infuriating human. Swifty finds himself drawn to the wagon that awaits the mercenaries, and John finally leaves. Swifty thanks the spirits for some much-deserved independance and takes stock of the others.

He notices that one in particular, Reldan, seems to be examining the others of the group. As Reldan's eyes pass over Swifty, Swifty takes the opportunity to bow, griffon style, to Reldan, and address him via multiple missives.

Greetings, my name is Swifty. I cannot maintain speech for very long, so I need you tell the others this: I am not a stupid beast, I will not be treated as one. The goods in my quiver may be used as needed. I am to come with you all.

At this point Swifty stops dictating, having expended a significant amount of mental energy. He hopes that Reldan will not gawk and forget to pass on the message, for speech is difficult.

((I put out of charecter comments in double parenthesis. In game terms, Swifty has expended 5 of his level 0 talent uses for the day, leaving him with 4 remaining before he must expend power points. This gives him only 40 words to work with unless he wants to reduce his power, so questions posed to him must be important enough for him to want to respond and answered in few words.))

((Knowledge Checks First Nature, second Arcana, spending 2 Isnpiration points to gain +7 on each))

Reldan eyes widen as he hears the word penetrate his mind while he looks upon the griffon.

This Reldan seems to have a good head on his shoulders. I like him already. Of course, he thinks I'm a wizard, but I suppose to him it really wouldn't make too much difference whether my powers are mental or arcane in nature.

Swifty clacks his beak softly in approval, and then lies down on the ground, moving ever so slightly closesr to Reldan in the process.

Hopefully the rest of them will be at least tolerable then.

okay anyone who manages to come to friendly terms with swifty before leaving gains a hero point.

the driver of the wagon looks around waiting for everyone to get there "Is this everyone? I want to get to Medin as soon as possible."